Metropolitan Police Department, in the deepest room of the detention center.

Durant sat there.

He is 1.93 meters tall, his natural brown hair has been shaved to inches, his facial features are deep, his eyes are sharp, and his dark wheat complexion makes people look like he is not Japanese.

Historically, none of his relatives are still alive.

His wife, his children, and his parents were all killed on a trip.

That trip also changed Durant's personality, making him radical and eager for justice.

This is the persona drawn up by the CIA.

Durant was the first undercover agent to be selected to approach Dior.

His true identity is known only to Jack and John of the Special Intelligence Investigation Division.

Moreover, it is not clear to anyone that he was an undercover agent of the CIA.

Nor will he be supported by the CIA, all to avoid Dior's suspicion of his identity.

Durant judged the time until noon from how hungry he was.

There is still no one in the detention center to deliver food, which means that the right-wing people are likely to get rid of him around noon.

Durant was not surprised by such a result.

If you want to make a name for yourself in the shortest possible time, you always have to pay a price.

That shrine was a deliberate sign of the right-wing forces, symbolizing their wolf ambitions.

To burn down that shrine is to slap them in the face.

Because of this, destroying that building is more just than assassinating the prime minister, and it can also trigger media coverage.

He wanted to show Dior his sense of justice.

Of course, for most Japanese people, his behavior is unconscionable and intolerable.

Under the distorted textbook, most people are deceived by the distorted textbook, thus forming three views that make people very speechless.

However, the truth of history has never been reversed by Japan's self-deception, and it is still circulating outside.

Durant believes that Dio will never let himself be sentenced to death when he sees his news.

The time to approach yourself is likely to be noon, or it may be evening.

If it was night, then his current situation was not good, and he had to find a way to get through the midday crisis by himself.

He looked down at the silver handcuffs, and thought to himself, how to kill the killer sent by the right wing later?

Durant frowned slightly, and at this moment, he heard footsteps approaching here.

The air in the room gradually increased a little more solemnly, and it seemed that the killer had arrived.

He looked up and sighed in his heart, the killer came earlier than Dior, and he had to find a way to deal with the other party.

……

Dada!

Takayuki Hattori deliberately stepped on the footsteps very loudly.

As a ninja trained in modern times, his steps should be as soft and silent as a cat.

But that kind of footstep is to divide people.

If it is the kind of assassin who stays in his own mansion, he should naturally be gentle and silent to avoid being detected by the enemy.

But for the prey in the cell, he never approached with that kind of cautious step.

He would only stomp on the ground vigorously to remind the other party that death was approaching step by step.

No matter how agile a mouse in a cage is, it can't avoid being eaten by a cat.

He walked over to the door of his target's room and peered through the small window above the door.

"Good afternoon, Rodrigo Durant, it's time for you to hit the road."

Durant glanced up, and there was a long-looking horse face in the small square window, with thick eyebrows, triangular eyes, and a fierce face.

"You don't look like a police officer."

"Haha, for committing that heinous crime, do you still want to wait for the normal trial process?

Before the media asks you, you will commit suicide in fear of sin.

A good charge, right? ”

Takayuki Hattori had a smile on his face, and he would not let the person who committed such a crime explain why he did it in public.

Once explained, it will puncture the lies they have carefully concocted.

Lies are like paper, and they can't stand anyone's stabbing at them.

Only by letting Durant commit suicide or hang himself with guilt can the incident be calmed down as soon as possible.

Countless dirty water will be poured on him, turning him into a demon.

"I don't think I made the wrong decision, it was the biggest mistake to let that building remain in the world.

I don't have any crimes! ”

Durant responded to Takayuki Hattori in an impassioned voice, he didn't know if Dio was peeping around, but he knew that if he wanted not to show his flaws, he had to do his best to maintain the image of justice.

"You are just an executioner, those passengers and staff are so innocent, but you killed them with a fire, with guilt for them, go and die."

"It's ridiculous that people who want to visit that kind of place, and who work in a building that permeates the flesh and blood of countless people, and who talk about the history of hypocrisy with a smug and solemn face, are damned accomplices.

It's not a pity for them to die. ”

Durant's voice was powerful and powerful, without a trace of remorse, like a hammer slamming on a piece of iron.

"Life and death are not up to you, it has been decided from above, and you will repent of the crimes you committed against them, and then die.

The families of the deceased came out to cry, public opinion sympathized, and a farce ended like this. ”

Takayuki Hattori was quite familiar with the next process, and took out the key to open the door of the detention center.

"Looking at your black dress, isn't it possible that you are a ninja?"

A simple sentence reveals the charm of the woman in the custom shop asking if she wants to do it again.

But the hairs on Takayuki Hattori's body stood up directly.

He was professionally trained, and he didn't think that anyone in this world could hide his perception and suddenly appear behind him.

However, there are people who do such things now.

Takayuki Hattori quickly turned around and found a tall blonde man standing behind him.

A black tank top and gold leather pants underneath.

The muscles in his arms are exceptionally strong, comparable to normal thighs.

"Who are you?"

Takayuki Hattori questioned.

It stands to reason that in the current detention center, apart from him, no second person can appear in the detention center.

Durant in the room knew in his heart that there was only one man who could appear at this time.

"Dior."

Takayuki Hattori's brows furrowed, he seemed to have heard of this name, where had he heard it?

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't come to a conclusion, so he simply gave up thinking about it, there was no need to remember the name of the dead man.

Takayuki Hattori's index finger hooked the ring on his left hand and pulled it outward, tearing the crystal thread out of it.

This is a special fiber thread plated with titanium, which is very strong and lightweight, and has the ability to cut.

The skill that modern shinobi must master is how to use the thread to kill.

Takayuki Hattori's face was cold and said, "No matter who it is, since you find out about my existence, then I will send you on your way."

This is the code of ninjas. ”

Qing Ze said slowly: "You don't even have a writing wheel, and you're embarrassed to call yourself a ninja?" ”

"Shut up!"

Takayuki Hattori's face was gloomy, he was a ninja, but not a ninja in Naruto, but an Koga ninja recorded in ancient Japanese history.

It's like an ancient version of an agent, a spy, an assassination and other shady missions.

But the ninja's classification system is no different from Naruto, it is better to say that the Hokage is a plagiarism of the Koga ninja's hierarchy, but the fame is too great, but in the eyes of many people, it has become their plagiarism of Naruto.

Takayuki Hattori was annoyed by this.

The thing he hates the most is that outsiders rely on the knowledge inside Naruto and point fingers at the strength of the ninja.

Because the ninja in reality is not as powerful as the ninja in the anime, at most it is to use modern tools and brutal training to achieve some things that normal people can't imagine.

But that kind of two-handed seal, and then breathing fire and shadow clones can't be done at all.

The so-called ninja is just a little more patient than ordinary people.

……

"I'm going to hang you down the neck to see if your mouth can be long-winded."

Takayuki Hattori leaned over, his slightly bent feet like springs, and he gathered the strength of his body, and with a hunched back, his strength exploded in an instant.

He quickly bypassed Qing Ze's body, and the fiber thread in his hand naturally shook off and landed on Qing Ze's neck.

People to the back.

Takayuki Hattori crossed his hands to exert force, and with the toughness and sharpness of the fiber threads in his hands, it was actually very simple to cut off human flesh and bones.

According to his usual experience, it doesn't take three seconds to wring a man's head off his neck, and blood can squirt his head half a meter into the air.

Some people can spray up to a meter, mainly to see how much the person is bleeding.

However, Takayuki Hattori's hands were unable to reach the end for a long time, indicating that the other party's neck was not cut off.

Is it guarded?

Takayuki Hattori glanced sideways, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his fiber threads were clearly strangled on the other party's neck, but they didn't even break the skin.

No way! Takayuki Hattori gritted his teeth and exerted his strength to eat, but the fiber thread suddenly disappeared.

He clasped his hands around his shoulders and looked at the threads in his hands, his eyes shocked.

"Broken? No way, how the hell did you do it? ”

Tie the ends of the line to the feet of the two adult elephants and force them in different directions with each other.

Even if they cut their feet, the threads will not break.

Takayuki Hattori couldn't figure out how Dio broke it, and what made him even more incomprehensible was when Dio's hand approached?

After being shocked for a short time, Hattori Takayuki said angrily: "You bastard, don't touch my clean cheeks with your dirty hands that haven't been washed by urine!" ”

The moment the words fell, he kicked at Qing Ze's crotch.

The thought of blasting flashed through Qing Ze's mind.

In the next second, Takayuki Hattori watched his right leg explode quickly.

"Nani?!"

Fireworks and smoke erupt from the legs and spread throughout the body at such a rapid speed that the face puffs up and explodes.

Qing Ze determined one thing, where the marked person started to explode, not according to the location of the marker, but his thoughts.

Only if he doesn't want to manipulate where to blast from, will he start blasting from the marked daisy.

Takayuki Hattori disappears.

Qing Ze turned and walked to the door.

(End of chapter)